Stanger things have happened...

So, today started with me deciding to ditch the morning sessions of the conference and instead walking some more around Cheltenham since this is my last day in this town. I went around various streets, peaked into a few shops (Marks & Spencer's), visited the local museum (where I learned some interesting things about an Antarctic exploration that ended tragically), and perfectly played the part of the Japanese tourist in Disneyland by snapping a thousand pictures of the beautiful surroundings full of flowers and gothic structures.

I showed up at the conference around lunchtime right in time to have a delicious fruit tarte for dessert (I simply had to mention it because these fruit tartes just happen to be my absolutely favorite dessert and always bring a smile to my face). After sitting through some final discussions (and I wouldn't be able to tell you what they were really about since my brain simply stopped taking in any new research information), we moved on to the closing session of the conference. After the usual round of "thank you" speeches, the organizers began passing out a few awards for best presentations and best papers. I really cannot describe my utter surprised when I heard my name being called for the best paper award (one of three)!!! I was beyond shocked since this paper is definitely not my strongest one by far (and it took me two months to write it). In any case, this was a very nice honor, which also came with a nice monetary reward---woohoo! After a relaxing Thai dinner with a few new friends, I'm now attempting to pack. Off to London tomorrow!

One of Cheltenham's parks

Another one of the old churches in Cheltenham

South Wales

A field trip is a normal part of most research conferences, and this one was no exception. There were many choices, but I decided to go to Gower Peninsula in South Wales to discover another part of the UK. My choice proved to be the right one. I LOVED Gower and the Welsh people. It took us about 3 hours to get there with part of the way taking us on some windy narrow roads that reminded me of the roads in the Andes. All along the way, we saw green pastures with sheep, cows, and horses happily grazing on the rich grasses. They all looked so content that I just wanted to run out and pet them:)
We got to the beautiful Gower peninsula and had a chance to take in the incredibly picturesque and somber Worm Head island. Even though it was quite cloudy and windy, the view of the Atlantic, the green grassy hills, and the sandy beach was breathtaking. We had the leaders of the Gower Commons Association share about their activities and how they manage their land. It is amazing how much pride they take in the commons on which they graze their sheep, cattle, and horse just as their ancestors had done for several centuries. Unfortunately, the younger people are leaving for urban areas since farming is not profitable anymore.
We had lunch outside on one of the commons called Cefn Bryn (pronounced “Kevin brin”) and walked around it taking it the view from the top of the hill and even encountering some stones and rocks, which were the remains of an ancient burial ground (of the same type as the Stonehendge). After lunch we drove to an area where the members of the association demonstrated how they deal with bracken (a fern-like weed that prevents heathgrasses and other beneficial vegetation from growing) and even learned how to make organic compost.
Overall, I must say that so far the Welsh are the friendliest and most kind-hearted (and funny) people I have met here. They speak fast with their own cute accent, have delicious foods (oh, the tasty Welsh cakes), and are proud owners of some of the most beautiful sights on the island. It was interesting to see that most road and street signs were in both English and Welsh, the ancient language of Wales originating from the Celtic language. It was a truly enjoyable trip, and we once again got to see the cute sheep laying or frolicking around in the green pastures along the way.

Beautiful Gower Peninsula with Worm Head island in the background
Views of South Wales

Conference

The conference is winding down, and it has been very interesting. My boss is actually the president of the association that organized the conference. There are about 400 people from all over the world working on issues of common property resources such as forests, grazing lands, fisheries, etc. We had a senior UNEP official give a speech during lunch one day, which was pretty fascinating. On Wednesday night, we had a conference dinner in the town hall---it was really splendid inside, as was the meal. I gave my presentation on Wednesday afternoon as part of the panel of 2 other researchers from the workshop I attended in Kenya: it went well, and even though we didn’t draw that many people, we had an excellent informal discussion after all the presentations, which will help me strengthen my paper.

Cheltenham

I have had a few days to explore the quaint little city in the south west of England that we are in. Even according to other people from the UK, this town is exceptionally peaceful and somewhat posh with the streets lined up with beautiful white homes with green flowery gardens. On Tuesday, I took a guided tour of the town center, and this is what I found out:
Cheltenham was originally founded as a spa town where people came to drink and bathe in mineral waters. These mineral springs were actually discovered when people noticed that pigeons were congregating at certain spots---the spots that had the salty mineral waters. Since then, Cheltenham prospered, and while there are no spas left, the city now has some investment and insurance businesses, and being just a 2-hour train ride away from London, is actually home to some who work in London and commute daily. A pigeon is now the symbol of the city and can be found three times on its seal and on top of the street signs.
I have gone on several runs on various streets and even through the center and several gardens and parks. Im always amazed that despite having lots of shops and restaurants, the town is still pretty quiet, with friendly people, and trees and gardens everywhere. Another interesting fact about Cheltenham (Meg, you will love this one): it won the largest pancake contest a few years ago. The chef from the posh Queen’s Hotel (used to be the largest hotel in England) made a pancake that was 25 feet in diameter.

A street sign with a pigeon on top

An old church (now a pizzeria inside:)

Cheltenham Lady's College (exclusive boarding school for girls)

Commemorating the world largest pancake 1987

Yay for England

I had an interesting journey over here, once again being reminded that God's plans are always better than mine. Im very particular about where I sit in the airplane, so the night before the flight, I chose the seat that I wanted (unlike Meg, my strategy revolves around the bathrooms and not around emergency exits:). In any case, when I checked-in at the airport, I found out that they have changed the aircraft and I got a window seat (no matter how much I pleaded), which doesn't work for a frequent bathroom visitor like myself. Even though I was mentally typing an angry email to United Airlines customer service, when I got in line at the counter near the gate, the lady was really nice and switched me to an Economy Plus seat for free (more leg room). The seat turned out to be right behind the business class area, so the whole flight I got the business class treatment without actually being in business class (champagne upon entry, delicious meals, extra attention, cleaner bathrooms:).

When we got to Heathrow, the immigration process went so fast that I didn't even realize that I had just gone through immigration (very surprising since you would think that the UK would be even more paranoid than the US). Good thing that I was traveling with 2 of my colleagues because the way to the conference site was a bit confusing: we had to first get on a bus to the train station, then a train (with a change) to our final destination. Apparently, there is no set train schedule for Sundays, so we were a bit confused and missed an earlier train while we were eating superdelicious homemade pasties (that's right, not pastries). To get to the later train, we had to change platforms, i.e. drag our luggage back and forth, several times up and down the stairs across the overpass. The ride itself took us through some picturesque English countryside with cute cottages, happy cows and sheep, and green pastures. We are staying at a cute bed and breakfast in the quiet town of Cheltenham. Tonight, we organized a small reception for some of our collaborators from around the world who have come for the same conference, and afterwards I took a little walk around town. First impression of England: very much like it.

Here are some detailed observations (for those who are still reading):

1)The country is VERY green.
2)I can barely understand the accent:):):)---all the efforts of my English professor from the university in Vladimir have gone to the dogs.
3)No trash cans in train stations and cameras everywhere---I guess the memories of the IRA (Irish Republican Army) terror times are still fresh.
4)The food is quite heavy (but good): how do people stay thin?
5)It is pretty clear right away that there is so much less consumerism here than back in the States(e.g., barely any SUVs on the road).

So happy to be here and can't wait to explore more of the UK!

St. Michaels, Maryland

On the last day of May, Meg, her Mom, and myself headed to the Maryland coast to explore the historic town of St. Michaels. We had a lovely drive in rural Maryland---it felt good to get out of the city. St. Michaels is a nice quant town right on the Chesapeake Bay. We walked around the harbor, fed some ducks, went into a few cute shops, and just hung out by the water. On the way back, we got into a pretty rough thunderstorm with hail coming down so strong that it felt like the windows in the car were going to crack (it was the size of a marble). Some pics below.

Meg's mom and me ready to begin our Chesapeake experience

Meg waiting for her cool refreshing ginger ale

Bonding with the ducks

A helpful tip:)

Local policeman taking a nap

Hello Amsterdam

How glad I am to be in my favorite airport! By God's grace I was feeling much better by the time we left for the airport, but even though my strong Russian system had finally kicked whatever yuckiness attacked it, I was REALLY ready to leave Ethiopia---sadly, my impression of the country was really affected by my ailments so I didn't even get a single souvenir in Ethiopia.

I was glad to find things neat and nice as always as Schiphol---together with another lady from the workshop, we slept a bit in my fave comfy chairs, had a nice breakfast (yay, I can eat again), went to the airport museum which happened to have some Van Gogh paintings on exhibit (YAYAYAY!), and just walked around the cute shops with all sorts of tulip and clog souvenirs. Now, back home!!!